And then there was something that Olivia did not let him know she remembered. Upon their first meeting, she had grilled him relentlessly until he revealed his most intimate fantasies and his forbidden fears. She had watched his face as he spoke of them, as he recounted his very first submissive experience as a young curious male when he had sought out the services of a Pro Domme. The Domme had used the college freshman well, taking a liking to him and developing a special fondness for the handsome young sub. She had trained him to serve and obey. She was his Mistress throughout his entire college career, educating him in ways that his school never would. He still spoke of her respectfully and with awe as he recounted the experience to Olivia twenty years later. She encouraged him as he spoke, by placing her hand upon his thigh. She moved her fingers upward until they teased his cock, while they sat at the bar in a crowed restaurant. He had finished recounting the tale when she saw the subtle change in his eyes as if he were recalling some long ago memory. She probed then to find out the secret he had still not shared with her.

       “How did she keep you in line?” she asked the question in an offhand manner, her eyes teasing him.

       He took a drink of his beer, glancing at her with narrowed, speculative eyes. Then he simply replied, “In the usual ways.”

       Taking a sip of her own drink, she used the heel of her shoe to begin caressing his leg. “Oh, come on,” she laughed, “you were a just a young college boy. Surely you were very disobedient at times. There must have been something...”

       He looked at her as if considering whether or not to reveal this one last thing. But it was during this very first encounter, that Michael misjudged her. Though he certainly found her sexy, he made an assumption he would later learn was incorrect. She seemed very sweet and very kind. Hardly the type of woman who would make a harsh Mistress, but one he would be willing to play with. He envisioned her perhaps undressing him, giving him a spanking and ordering him to lick her pussy, thinking that would be her idea of domination. Which was fine, he thought, he could get into that. So, he leaned in a little closer and said, “She used to threaten me by telling me she would make another one of her slaves use me.”

       She watched his face and eyes as he said those words. She saw the subtle tightening of his pants at his crotch. She could see his fear, his fascination and his desire.

       Feigning innocence, she casually asked, “A female slave?”

       He shook his head. “No, another one of her male slaves. It was quite effective, let me tell you.”

       She raised her beer mug and looked at him over the stein, “And did she?”

       He turned his head away, but not before she caught the disappointment in his eyes. “No, but she always said she would.”

       Olivia shifted her body so that her legs rested between his. Her hand moved to his shoulder, rubbing it. Her bright blue eyes met his with a smile. “So would you have? Would you have let one of her male slaves use you?”

       He seemed to study his beer for a moment before answering. “I would have had to have obeyed my Mistress,” he mumbled.

       “Yes, I suppose you would have.” She changed the subject, filing this information away. They spent a few more hours talking and getting to know each other. Olivia was very pleased. Michael was tall, well built and very attractive. He had a raw sexuality about him and was quite kinky. She knew she would have her hands full with this one, but he met with her approval.

       As they stood outside the bar, Michael asked if they could play now, tonight. Smiling, she moved closer to his body, her hands rubbing his cock through his jeans.

       “Next time,” she whispered, before kissing him lightly, “goodnight.” Then she slowly walked away, turning back to glance at him a few times, admiring his ass as he went off in the opposite direction.  She smiled the entire way home.

       It was two weeks before they met again. This time it was to play. Olivia wanted to draw out the anticipation so she arranged for them to meet at the same bar. She had dressed simply in a lacy covered tank top and denim, Capri’s adorned with silver flecks. Her black spike heels had a touch of silver beading as well. Her blonde hair was styled so that it had that slightly messed just out of bed look. She had taken special care with her eye make-up, so that her blue eyes looked large and wicked. She arrived first, chose a seat at the bar, and ordered a drink. She sipped it slowly thinking of the nice little bag she had tucked away in her trunk. She started to get very aroused as she waited and she surveyed the other couples in the room, wondering if any of them could guess the way she planned on spending her evening. If they only knew, she thought to herself, turning her attention back to her drink. Michael would be arriving any moment and she did not want him to think she had been watching out for him. A couple of minutes later, he slid into the seat next to her with a smile. She allowed him to order a drink and decided to have another as well. They engaged in simple small talk until finally he begged her to take him home.

       Her hand reached out and she placed it over his cock, pressing her palm against it firmly. Her finger grazed the zipper.

       “I guess you are hard enough,” she moved her hand over his ass, squeezing it, “let’s go.”

       With a gleam in her eye, she led him out of the bar, making sure he had a nice view of the ass that would soon be straddling his face. It was a short drive back to Michael’s house. When they arrived, he offered her a seat and went to get her something to drink. As soon as he left the room she found the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. Beneath them she was wearing a see through black lace cat suit. She adjusted it so that her full, large breasts showed to their advantage. She made sure the open crotch fit snugly over her pussy, then she kicked off her shoes and replaced them with six inch heels that laced around the ankle. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled before applying more lipstick. Her transformation to Mistress was now complete and she felt the familiar rush of power run through her. This was her moment, her time and her pleasure. Just as Michael now existed for her pleasure as well.

       She strode from the bathroom, her eyes narrowed, seeking her prey. She was pleased to see his eyes widen. He quickly put down the soft drink he held in his hand as she approached him. Grabbing his wrists, she straddled him on the sofa. Her pussy pushed against his cock and she looked down at him.

       “Are you ready to be a good boy?” her blue eyes bore into his.

       He looked up at her, “Yes, Mistress.”

       Her hands started to pull at the buttons on his shirt and then she yanked it off, throwing it to the floor. Her hands moved up and down his arms, then over his chest while her eyes inspected him.

       “Mmmm, very nice,” her fingers played over his nipples and they immediately hardened.

       “Look at that,” she said in delight. His eyes watched her as she played. Suddenly she pinched them hard, eliciting a gasp from him. She twisted harder.

       “They are very sensitive,” he moaned.

       “Are they now? Let me see just how sensitive they are.” Holding his wrists she lowered her head and bit one hard, pulling it through her teeth. She wiggled her pussy harder over his still clothed cock as he gasped louder this time. She turned her attention to the other nipple, pinching and biting both. His cock swelled against her and she laughed, “You are a little slut aren’t you?”

       He could not hide his arousal from her. “Yes, Mistress, I am a slut.”

       She reached out and cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “From now on, you are going to be my slut. Is that understood?” she pinched his nipple one more time for emphasis, twisting it hard.

       Gasping again, he answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

       Mistress Olivia unbuttoned the top of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. “Stand up and take those pants off,” she ordered. She stepped behind him and yanked them down, holding her foot on them as he stepped out of them. Then she kicked them into a corner.

       “What have we here?” she asked as she explored the curve of his ass. She took her time, her hands kneading his naked flesh as she admired it. “This pleases me. Very attractive.”

       “Thank you, Mistress.”

       Her finger grazed the crack up and down until he started to push his ass into her. “Oh, look at the slut. You must want to get fucked, don’t you?”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       She laughed. “Maybe. If you are a good boy,” she slapped his ass hard several times. “Owww, this is going to get nice and red for me. But, I may need to shave that ass of yours. How can I admire my handiwork through all that fur?”

       Olivia enjoyed the slight sound of protest he made at the thought of her shaving him. “Now let me see this nice little cock.”

       Moving her body in front of him, she smiled, “Oh, you have it all displayed for me in a cock ring. Good boy.” She took his dick in her hands and examined it. She held it in the palm of her hand as if testing its weight. “You have a nice big cock don’t you?”

       “Do you like it?” he asked hopefully.

       She took her time before answering, slapping it, squeezing it, stroking it. “I think I do like it. This will make a nice little toy for me to play with.” She bent down and licked the tip. “Yes, this will do just fine,” she looked up at him through her lashes. He was watching her play with him, his arms positioned submissively behind his back, to give her complete access to him.

       “Get on your knees,” she ordered. Once he was kneeling, she removed a collar and cuffs from her bag and fastened them on him. She took out a leash and dangled it in front of him. “I think I will need this to keep you under control,” she attached the leash to the ring on his collar, then stood back to admire her new slave. Using a leather strap, she bound his hands behind him. The strap allowed enough room for him to keep his hands at his sides. Satisfied, she ordered him to lie down on his back. She undid her shoe and tossed it aside as she stood above him. Looking down, she rubbed her foot against over face. “Lick it,” eyes narrowed, she watched, letting him lick her foot, then shoved it into his mouth when she tired of him sucking her toes. Her hands cupped her own breasts as she enjoyed him. “That’s it slut, take it all in your mouth.”

       He moaned as she moved her foot in and out and then rubbed it over his face again. Mistress Olivia liked making her slaves moan. She liked them obedient. She squatted over him, her legs on either side of his chest. Then she grabbed his head and pushed it against her chest, smothering him with her ample breasts. “You don’t seem too eager to suck them do you?”

       He mumbled something unintelligible. She pushed his head back and picked up some chains she had placed on the floor. Attaching them to the ankle cuffs, she pulled the chain tight and bound one on each side to his wrists.

       “I like my slaves eager, do you understand? Perhaps this will make you a little more eager.”

       He lifted his head as she settled between his legs.

       “Such a nice big cock this is,” her hand stroked it until he began to buck against her, “this really will make such a nice toy for me.”

       Michael let out another low moan as she twisted his dick in her hand. He was beginning to sense that he might have misjudged her. From the moment she had emerged from his bathroom, her entire manner had changed. Gone was the woman with the easy smile and the twinkle of laughter in her eyes. She had been replaced by a woman with a haughty, confident manner and a wicked gleam in her eye. Her hand reached out and ran down his chest, then moved back upward to his nipples. She slapped at them and pinched them, clearly enjoying using his body as her playground.

            “Yes, I am going to find out just how much of a slut you are. And find out exactly what you are willing to do for me,” she spoke almost as if making a quiet observation to herself.